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Fantasy Auraelion: The two worlds

Kadron shrugged, a bit surprised that the elf was keeping up the conversation. "Well, the angel is typical of his kind. So I wouldn't worry too much about it. And believe me, I know angels." He sighed, and then continued. "As for Key....he doesn't seem to understand human feelings." Kadron opened his wings up to full height as she asked how it was to fly. He closed his eyes for a moment, remembering the beautiful feeling. "It...feels like you've just left all your problems and mortal life behind. You feel as though you could fly forever." He shrugged, not really sure how else to explain it.


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He sighed of relief when she finally let him go, but winced at her question. "So, is it true, what they say? You were made?" "What? How did you?... Nevermind.." He had no idea how it had come out. It wasn't exactly a secret, but they shouldn't have had a way of finding out yet. Not that it matters. "Yeah. I am..." She reached up and kissed him on the cheek. He wasn't ready for it, and flinched again. He was familiar with religious standards, but it wasn't exactly the first thing that occured to him. He calmed down when he remembered it however.


"What are you made of? Who made you? Why did they make you? And how old are you?" She seemed a little too eager for his liking, scrutinizing him and being a bit hyper overall, but he had no qualms with responding. "One question at a time, maybe?" "You don't look very old. Though I suppose that was probably something they took into account when they made you, hmm?" She leaned in closer to him, and said "They look like real eyes...".


He slid backwards a short distance, to get away from her stare. "That's because they ARE." He retraced each of her questions. "Uhm... What I'm made of? Mostly the same materials as you, reinforced a little here and there. I was grown, more than made however. I was built by mixing chemicals and magic, and then I grew into a human over the course of three months or so. Then I got surgical treatment for several years, until I was finally done. Then tested for a couple of years. So, plus the years I've been released... I'm probably about... 20? More like 19 and a half, though." He paused. He had never really had to explain this to anyone, so this was new to him. "I was made by scientists, magicians, and alchemists either employed by the gods, the church or the military. I'm the most expensive operation ever undertaken for military purposes. I exist as a military strength, and a military strength alone. Made to follow orders." It felt empty and dull hearing himself saying this. It was all emotionless and boring. Well, there wasn't really anything he could do about that.


He hadn't completely tuned out of the mind reading either, yet, so he caught on to some of her unmentioned questions as well. "Aye. I am of the male gender, and as far as I know, I function in every aspect a normal human male would." He didn't actually know, but he'd assume he wasn't that different from a regular human. That was the point of him, after all.
 
"Huh..." all of her questions answered, including the ones she'd been about to ask, she slumped back against the tree. Key was interesting, to say the least. She'd never thought it possible to create life. It was quite a bit of information to take in, and the idea would definitely take some getting used to. Noticing a few others of the group glancing in their direction, Cerin stood. "Well, thank you again, for your kind words. They've helped, truly." Though she still harbored a staggering number of doubts, after her period of self-reflection, she'd come to realize, through Key, that her duty to protect the Children was her duty, no matter what else was true of the world.


Resolving to explore the background of the other temples a bit more, when the opportunities presented themselves, she continued. "We should probably get back to the others. They're probably wondering why we're clear over here, being all secretive and whatnot. Thanks, again, Key!" With that, she turned, and skipped off toward the others. Approaching the exposed tree root Anali was sitting on, she approached her. "My apologies, Anali. I hope I didn't seem rude, earlier. I didn't mean to leave so quickly. May I sit?" Gesturing to the root, she awaited the girl's answer.
 
"Indeed. Besides, I'm pretty sure the guild is done..." His voice sank in volume when a group of druids exited the mages guild. "Hail! Your transportation is ready!" They spoke with a strange accent, which he couldn't really put his finger on, but it didn't matter. One of them walked onto a small batch of sand, and drew a large circle in it. "Everyone stand here!" (I'm just gonna bunny everyone now, add anything you did retroactively.) and everyone stood inside the circle. After a few seconds, the archmage came outside, and together with the group of druids he started chanting. A green light spread like smoke inside the ring, and then they were gone.


This teleportation was less skillfully executed than the last one. You could even see the seams of reality for a short while before you arrived in Daera. This time, inside a much larger mages guild building made out of marble. "The water mages.." Key thought aloud. Quite an extravagant mages guild, it was a bit strange they were connected to the other backwater mages guild. Nontheless, no one seemed to be around, but that was probably because it was still early morning, and mages usually conduct their business between 11am and 4pm. "We should probably get out of here. We'll have to find this arena that Crest talked about."
 
Xerith looked at the circle, he knew where this was going, more teleportation. Figuring that knowing it would be coming, he'd be fine this time. Getting into the circle he listened as the mages began their arcane chanting. One sounded groggy...someone had gotten into the alcohol recently he guessed. Still he braced himself for the teleportation spell, as the green light shone below, and in a second the continent that he had been raised on disappeared before his eyes. The seams of reality flashed for a bit, the complex workings of the universe, incomparable to understanding. Colors, shapes...it was amazing, However a welling in his stomach also made him acutely aware of another thing...this was FAR from a smooth ride.


Upon completion of the spell Xerith was initially caught completely off balance, he gripped his staff for support with his arms and tail. His stomach was turning, his head was spinning and eyes couldn't stay focused, he heard what Key said and nodded, slowly he steadied himself. the world was still spinning...but it wasn't so bad that he wouldn't be able to walk. He made a note after two experiences he was fairly certain, Teleportation, useful, necessary, but never comfortable for him.
 
Eris glanced around at the group, and, seeing as they were all engaged in conversation, fixed to lean against a moss cloaked tree. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back against its soft trunk and allowed herself to get immersed in thought. She quickly go pulled out, however, when it sounded like someone had decided to take sport in antagonizing the racist angel, Nakir. Her eyelids peeled partially open to reveal some of her eyes, and her half-lidded gaze wandered over to the two. Can’t say he doesn’t deserve it. It lingered there for a moment before Eris had decided it was not in her place to intrude, and pushed her eyes to the ground.


Realizing the extra weight at her neck, her hand reached up to touch the smooth chain of the necklace that had been given to all of the Children of Destiny, fingers tracing down until meeting the wheel-like symbol. Taking it in her grasp, she held it out. Its pattern reminded her a bit of a ship’s wheel, the ones she’d read about within textbooks or stories, with its intricate design and barred interior. She’d wondered what it’d be like to be on a ship, whether she’d get nauseous like so many have claimed to be or fall in love with the feeling. She shook her head dismissively. We’ll see when and if the time comes.


After the Druids had announced their transportation was ready, Eris made her way to stand within the circle, tucking the necklace securely beneath her armor. Assuming this was to be just as swift and smooth as last time, she watched calmly as they chanted and green light began to rise from inside the ring. The seams of reality flashed before her eyes, too intricate for her mortal mind to comprehend, and was gone as quickly as it came. She'd nearly lost everything within her stomach as the teleportation process ceased, a hand pressed to her torso until the nausea became tolerable, deciding if this is anything like riding a ship, she'd rather hold off for a while. She took in their surroundings and couldn't stifle the small smile that crept onto her face. Before she could gawk so long she may as well drooled, Key had spoken, and she nodded in agreement.
 
Anali was just about to glady accept Cerin's question for her to sit down when the druids came outside, ready to put them on their way into Daera. She wondered, in the back of her mind if they would all come to the right place in one piece. She had heard, many a time, that if you didn't do the teleportations' spells right, one could end up in several places... at once. Sometimes it was a bloody mess, and sometimes, oddly enough, it wasn't. She wondered what it would feel like to have that happen to her. Would she feel pain, or would it tickle? She couldn't imagine that it would tickle, though. Still...


When they arrived in Daera she gasped. The guild in front of her and around her was even more magnificent than the last. It was larger, and much more structurally sound than the last one. She reached out her hand to touch it, and felt the cold marble stone. It sent a shiver up her spine that made her... smile. It was different, and that's why she liked it. She could feel like power - like the last guild - roll off of the walls in waves, as if a riptide of mana was just waiting to be consumed and used. She also wondered what secrets lay in these walls...


She had been listening to Key talk while she was at the same time consumed in awe, and said, "I agree with Key. We should get moving. There's no time to waste, and if we miss this tournament... well... I'd rather not think about that." She smiled reassuringly, hoping that everyone would agree with her on that subject.
 
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Kadron joined the others for the teleportation, glad for the break in conversation with the Elf. Talking wasn't one of his best traits. The teleportation was a whirlwind of colour and lights. It hurt Kadron's head just to look at them. With a sigh of relief, he fell to his knees as they came back out, oblivious to his surroundings.


Note to self. Make sure those mages cast their spells properly. This could be dangerous...


His wings curled around him, his head in his hands. Kadron really felt like getting a drink right now. It would at the very least help clear his head. And hopefully, it wouldn't be alchemical experiment. He nearly chuckled at the thought. But the other voice inside his head quickly brought him out of his thoughts.


Why is it that I have to argue with myself? I feel like a crazy person.


He sighed, attempting to focus on the task at hand. His job was to protect the Children of Destiny. Now if only the pain would go away...
 
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Prepared, though she was this time, for the teleportation, she nearly vomited as they arrived at their destination. The sensation had been even worse than the last, and though Cerin didn't have any personal knowledge of teleportation, she could tell that this spell hadn't been nearly as cleanly executed as the last. Resolving to never again use teleportation, she sighed, softly holding her stomach. "Yes. I agree. Missing the tournament could cut our little adventure short..." her voice trailing off, she admired the new Mages guild they were in. It was certainly beautiful, and while she wished she had more time to explore it, now was not the time. "Shall we, then?" Speaking to no one in particular, she adjusted her wings, and straightened the pack on her back, ready for the journey.


Cerin wasn't sure why, but for some reason she felt a particular connection to Anali. The girl was friendly, and seemed genuine; both were traits Cerin admired, especially given the somewhat grave circumstances of the task before the group. She stayed near the Child, not only to protect her, but because she genuinely enjoyed the girl's company. As such, she stood close to Anali. Not awkwardly close. Key had made it quite clear earlier, that her being so close had made even him uncomfortable. Or something that resembled being uncomfortable. She stood a few feet away, and while waiting on the others of the group to finish any last minute preparations, withdrew her Tome of Ardyle. Leafing through the pages of the small, leather-bound booklet, she thought back on her days at the temple, and, for the first time in a long time, found herself thinking of her parents. She didn't remember them, at all. Rather, the only indication she'd even had any parents, was the ceremonial armor, the sword, and the shield left as her birthright. Along with just one other thing. A note she'd found in her Tome, when she'd come of age.


Her handmaiden had said her mother had left the note with her, to be delivered when the time was right. The note said, simply: "You are yourself, before You are anyone's Daughter." The note hadn't meant much to her at the time, and quite frankly, still didn't, at the moment. Well, it made sense, but that was the problem. She never even knew her parents. Of course she was herself, before she was the daughter of her unknown parents.


Removing the note from the book, she continued to flip through the pages. This book had been her life. Even now, it still was. As she began to replace the note and close the book, she hesitated. Removing the note, and folding it neatly, she slid it within the folds of her cloak. Though she wasn't sure why, the note brought her some amount of comfort. She replaced the tome inside of her pack, and once again waited for the others to finish readying themselves.
 
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"This is the last possible journey, and if we fail it, the world will crumble. And that would be a problem for you, wouldn't it, Nakir? If you become a demi-god, you'll live an eternity in nothing, and rising in strength was your plan, was it not?"


Nakir grimaced. This Key was definitely getting on his nerves, always saying something about the way Nakir acted or talked. Still, he couldn't deny that he had a point. What use is strength if there is nothing at all? Even if he became the strongest creature in existence, what did that matter if the world was gone? Even though it made sense, he still didn't feel much better about escorting these spoiled creatures. As Key walked away and Xerith left after commenting on how they were going to be rivals of sorts, Nakir just sighed. Of course I'm going to have to deal with that beast again, where else would my luck lead me? He was stuck with a group of weaklings, an emotionless, scolding teacher, and a beast who seemed to be obsessed with using Nakir as a way to have fun. Needless to say, He wasn't in the most cheery mood.


As he was teleported through what seemed like an unstable rift (probably the result of the druids being full of hallucinogens), he again noted the convenience of such spells. Looking at the new building, he couldn't help but much more impressed by the architecture. At least, in comparison to the last hut. Well, the two places may have been connected somehow, but he had a hunch the mages in this guild didn't suffer from substance abuse. Looking around as the group spoke about heading to the coliseum, he simply nodded in agreement. Usually he would have made some comment on how they seemed a lot more eager than before to head out, but he had decided it would be best to hold off on such commentary for a short while.
 
Ulno was reminded of the beautiful waterfalls near Faylin when his eyes beheld the wondrous Mage's Guild that they were in now. Though distracted by the environment, he was a tad bit close to Cerin after the teleportation. He backed off almost immediately, seeing that she was sick from not being used to Teleportation, he merely helped Cerin up, feeling light headed as he did so.


Being teleported like that, with a group that was almost to big to fit inbetween the druids as they cast the teleportation spell, gave the spell an almost ill feel from having the spell used on him.


Ulno sat in a chair and studied the others, and what he knew about their relationships.


Key and Nakir were seeming to have a fued almost every few minutes. Xerith also seemed to try to start something with Nakir as well.


Cerin and Anali were growing into good friends.


Eris seemed to either not want to be here, or was really shy, and bad at making conversation. Ulno was going to observe her from the background, and because she was a Child, would do so with a protective sense. The other children seemed to be making the other Guards into friends, and Eris was the only one who seemed to keep to herself.


Kaldron and the others had no problem getting along.


It was only when Ulno really thought about how this quest would affect everyone in his little party, that his mind steadily focused on what might happen afterwords.


What if these kids don't make it? Will the world really be forced into crumbling away, just as the old legends and the stories suggest? If everyone were to fail, or succeed for that matter, what would become of the bonds forged tonight? Would friends stay friends? Would the power corrupt those who have been so faithful to the restoration of the planet?


What would we do after this grand quest?


Without even thinking anymore, he opened his mouth to speak, although, what he said wasn't exactly what he was going to say.


"Does anybody else feel like their stomach got run over by a bull? I could use something to settle my stomach. Anyone else?"
 
Kaldron nodded mildly, getting up now that the worst of the headache had passed. It always seemed like pain gave his more...dangerous side an edge. It made him worried, that he might hurt one of the children, but so far, that thought seemed to have kept him in control. But for whatever strange reason, alcohol seemed to quell both sides, making it far easier for him to stay in control. The man named Ulno had basically voiced Kaldron's thoughts. "I'd say it's more of my head that just got run over, but I'll join you for that drink." He smiled, folding his wings on his back. "But let's grab it on our way to this tournament. Battle can help focus one's soul as well." Or at least, that was true for Kaldron. Battle was the one place where both sides were united, which was probably the reason why he'd been chosen as one of the guards of people so important. Lowly Kadron had been chosen to help save the world.


Now if only I can stay in control...
 
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(Everyone starts moving out and about)


It's still quite early. 6:17 AM, and the city streets are mostly empty. Some windows are lit up by morning people, and the sun hasn't peaked up above the horizon yet. It's quite clear where the arena is, as it's an enormous colosseum towering above all other structures in it's vicinity. There are plenty of large buildings elsewhere though, and even a few floating ones. The colosseum is just down the street, about 500m (About 1600 feet) down, and there are already a few people moving about, minding their own business over by it. Seems like there's a market surrounding the entire colosseum as well, with many stands of varying sizes which people are currently opening and stocking. There seems to be a large bulletin board by the large gates to the colosseum though.


(Feel free to do... Well, anything. If anyone approaches the Bulletin board I'll post whatever it says on it.)
 
Alex followed the group hoping that they saw her, she did not like people very much.


She was playing with her hair and trying to keep up with everyone at the same time. When they were having there group discussion she decided to stay out of it. Basically she felt that they did not need her but she has to follow along.
 
The city was simply enormous. Everything else Cerin had seen over the course of her life paled in comparison to the size of these buildings. Though there seemed to be few people out, relative to how large the city was, as far as she had experienced, there was quite a large number of people out and about. Taking in her surroundings, she noticed the magnificent Colosseum . She'd read about them in a couple of books. They were apparently a source of entertainment for the inhabitants of the city, who, for some reason she couldn't understand, wanted to watch people kill each other, or large beasts. The thought sickened her. And she would be participating in such a fight. Once again, she found herself wondering of the team size. Would their entire group be able to fight, or would only a select few? Or, would they have to enter as multiple teams? Unsure of the answer, she silently resolved not to participate if it meant the possibility of having to fight another in the group.


Breathtaking, isn't it? Cerin jumped, as she heard a voice she didn't recognize. It certainly didn't belong to anyone in the group, but looking around, it didn't appear as though there was anyone in the area, who had spoken, at all. She sighed, chalking up the voice she'd thought she'd heard, to be a hallucination brought on by the exhausting events of the day, that had already taken place. Forgetting about the voice she'd thought she'd heard, she noticed the bulletin board, that appeared to have information about the Colosseum. She made her way toward it, to see if there was any helpful information that the group would need.
 
The bulletin board had many posters on it. From bounties to advertisements, to old ripped pieces of paper that might once have been something important, but there's no way of telling now. (I'll just use this as an excuse of splitting ya'll into smaller, more handleable groups. Feel free to split into groups depending on which one of these sound more interesting.)


The largest, most impressive poster was, in fact, not about the colosseum however. It was a poster about someone gathering exeptionally powerful people to investigate newly uncovered ruins. "Ye who be itching for adventure, ye who be intrigued by the thought of relics, and ye who would draw blades at the idea of coin, are all welcome to apply for a guard position at the Stonewall expidition team! To enlist, come to the Stonewall building, at 9am on the first red day of the fourth golden cycle(today). A day's pay is 50 gold, and all relics found may be either sold to us for an estimated value, or kept. Beware, however, as the tombs of Cassha the huntress are not empty.." Clearly this person didn't know jackshit about advertising, but at least the pay sounded good.


The second largest poster was however about the colosseum. The preliminary rounds started today apparently, and max team size was 4. However, a smaller poster was nailed onto the poster, which said "Due to unforeseen circumstances, teamsizes have been decreased to a max of 2. Preliminary rounds will start as scheduled, and beast rounds have been added. Registrations will open at 7:30AM." It didn't explain what beast rounds were, but if I(Storyteller or whatever) were to guess, it sounds like fights against animals. Underneath the newly added poster, the larger poster continued "Preliminary rounds will be held on the first red day of the fourth golden cycle(still today), and the semi-finals and finals will be held on the first blue day of the fourth golden cycle. Any wounds sustained during any of the fights are not our responsibility, and are up to the contenders themselves to take care of."


(Cycle/time/day information will be added in an update shortly)


There were also multiple bounties covering the board, most of them looking rather uninteresting however. One of them, though, showed the picture of a dark cloud shaped like a skull cover most features of a pale figure. "Clyde the Cannibal. Not wanted alive. Reward of 500 gold coins will be offered for a severed head as proof of his demise. Reported to the bounty office on southern avenue." 500 gold was an exeptional reward. The highest of the other bounties was 100 gold, and that was for killing an entire band of bandits. Weird.
 
Cerin, reading the advertisements, was disgusted. She was here to do her job of protecting the Children, and helping to recover the Chrono amulet. Silently, she decided she would only take place in the Colosseum. Relics were of no concern to her, and she wasn't some simple sellsword, here to make a living. She was here for one purpose, and one purpose alone. She would fight in the Colosseum. She glanced over the other advertisements, raising an eyebrow at the award for Clyde the Cannibal. Someone must really dislike him... Turning to the others, Cerin spoke. "I will fight in the Colosseum. I'm here to help acquire the amulets, and protect the Children, and that's all." Her intentions spoken, she awaited the decision of the others, wondering who would join her in the Colosseum.


(Please, someone make it interesting. :P )
 
Kriyze updated Auraelion: The two worlds with a new update entry:


Time/date/cycles

This exists on another planet, and so they don't have the same time as we do, but I'll try to make it as nonconfusing as possible.
There are 3 cycles. The golden cycle, the silver cycle, and the dark cycle.


There are four of each cycle, and I'll explain it simply here.


January = First Golden Cycle


February = Second Golden Cycle


March = Third Golden Cycle


April = Fourth Golden Cycle


May = First Silver Cycle


June = Second Silver Cycle


July = Third Silver Cycle


August = Fourth Silver Cycle...
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Read the rest of this update entry...
 
Anali scanned over the bulletin, interested in what she saw. It was curious, why the largest poster wasn't about the tournament, but about some archaeologist who wanted to be knees deep in treasure and gold. She vaguely remembered lore about Cassha the Huntress, and wondered why she didn't remember more. She passed it off as either she wasn't taught much about her, or she wasn't paying attention at the time that she was supposed to be learning it. She did that quite a few times during her history lessons. She cared little for it, and just wanted to learn magic.


She kept scanning the board, and her eyes were immediately drawn to the bounty on Clyde the Cannibal. As she read over it, a smile spread across her face. 500 gold was extremely generous, and it was doubly curious as to why his bounty was so much. "He must have done some pretty outrageous things to be wanted dead this badly." She muttered to herself, thinking about the pros and cons of doing it in her mind. She wondered if she would be missed if she went after it.


Deep in thought, she began to wonder if she could take anyone else with her. She wasn't sure that she could handle a lot of the others just by herself, in terms of getting along with them, except for maybe a few. She narrowed down the list to Cerin, Key, Moose, and another person that she couldn't remember the name of. They seemed confident enough, powerful enough, and even well enough in their mind that she would be able to handle them until the job was done. She could think of many pros and cons immediately for each of them, but she would have to ask if there was anyone that wanted to do it, first. Taking someone's hand and guiding them to a cannibal to kill him wasn't the ideal date.
 
Xerith peered at the board, looking at the various advertisements. Each seemed to offer their own particular brand of adventure, and action. The first was a raiding a tomb, He looked at the poster, scratching his head. Gota love that name Cassha the huntress...Ehh i don't have any particular need for anymore fancy relics...already got unbreakable weapons and a sword that keeps pace with me...The reward was hit or miss, largely dependent on what you could find...and also somehow heading through a tomb did not seem the best idea.


The next was the advertisement for the Colosseum. That he was interested in, it was part of what he had to do. Getting the other part of the amulet was the main task. Though his eyes narrowed on one line, "Due to unforeseen circumstances, teamsizes have been decreased to a max of 2." Xerith couldn't help but feel that it was because of them... either that or one hell of a coincidence. He was about to voice his willingness to enlist when he saw something else


Clyde the cannibal, the name already sounded unpleasant...and for 500 gold? This guy must have had a terrible reputation or commited some terrible crime...again the nickname "the cannibal" was leaving little to the imagination. There were 4 children of destiny, more guardians. As much as the Colosseum beckoned, the fact a dangerous criminal was about kinda called for attention. He looked back at the group and with his staff, pointed at the Clyde the cannibal poster, "Alright ladies and gentlemen! Who wants to help me track a dangerous criminal? As much as the Colosseum beckons...we can't just let a guy with the nickname "the cannibal" walk around ready to be strike again can we?"
 
Key followed the group of people checking out the bulletin board. He only looked at the poster for the tournament, and grimaced when he saw the team limit. He had already made up his mind about himself. He was undoubtably the strongest member of the team for the time being, and the amulet was too important to pass up on an emotional whim. He and who though? "I will fight in the Colosseum. I'm here to help acquire the amulets, and protect the Children, and that's all." He looked at Cerin. "You seemed like you didn't like the colosseum. Nontheless, if that's what you choose to do, that's what you choose to do." He wasn't sure about her combat abilities, but she might prove helpful.


"Alright ladies and gentlemen! Who wants to help me track a dangerous criminal? As much as the Colosseum beckons...we can't just let a guy with the nickname "the cannibal" walk around ready to be strike again can we?" He sent a glance over at Xerith as he said it, and almost opened his mouth to lecture him, when he realized that extra money wouldn't hurt, and they didn't exactly have anything else to do during the arena fighting..


He grabbed his temple and rubbed it slightly. Coming up with his own ideas was painful, but it had to be done occasionally. He probably wasn't made to do it. He read through the bulletin board again. There was something about some archaeologists needing guards as well. Hm. "How about this. We put two teams into the Colosseum to increase our chances, and if we accidently face each other we'll just agree on who gives up." It was more of a statement than a question, and he continued "Everyone else split into teams. One team who checks out this archaeology thing, and one that goes after... Clyde.... I'm going into the colosseum, it's just a question of with who."
 
Nakir inwardly chuckled as he saw the colosseum and all the goods and trinket stands being set up around the perimeter. It was obvious that the colosseum was a huge attraction, just like they were in most cities. That meant that there would be plenty of fighters, and plenty of fighters meant a more likely chance of powerful opponents. The prospect of this left him in anticipation. This is exactly why he wanted to go on this journey in the first place, to find challenges and test his strength.


As he peered at the bulletin board, he noted the main advertisements of interest. First was the largest poster, advertising what seemed to him what was basically another position as a bodyguard. He was already guarding a bunch of numskulls and weaklings, so he wasn't too excited at the idea of having to protect even more people who obviously couldn't handle themselves if they needed help. However, he was slightly intrigued about the whole 'dangerous tombs' prospect.


Next was the colosseum, which obviously garnered his full attention. It seemed that they would have to be paired into groups of two. Though he would have preferred to work alone, at least it was only one other person he would have to deal with. Anymore and it would be almost unbearable. Apparently, beast rounds would also be apart of this. Whether that meant fighting against powerful wild animals or rounds made specifically for demons unknown to the angel.


Lastly was the bounty for the cannibal, Clyde. It must have been convenient for the man in question to have his name be an alliteration for his hobby. The bounty itself was an unusually high price, which caused Nakir to think. Either someone really hated this guy, or he was extremely strong, thus a large bounty was required to draw in potential hunter. Either way, he decided he would ignore this request. What people did with their free time was none of his concern, and if someone wanted to go around eating people that was fine by him. And besides, he had no idea if this Clyde was strong.


"How about this. We put two teams into the Colosseum to increase our chances, and if we accidently face each other we'll just agree on who gives up."


Nakir immediately spoke up. "I'm entering the colosseum, so all I need is a partner. I don't care who it is, as long as they can handle themselves. I don't want anyone holding me back." The idea of being forced into doing more escorts or killing a man for his hobby didn't exactly strike Nakir as a fun time. He wanted to be sure he would get to fight. Now, he just hoped whoever decided to work with him would be at least half as good as himself.
 
Eris examined the billboard with curiosity. Nearly immediately, her eyes had hooked onto the largest poster, calling forth people to venture inside the tombs of Cassha the huntress in hopes of retrieving relics. Her brows raised. Cassha the huntress? These relics must be pretty valuable. Though the promise of coin was intriguing, she couldn’t say she was particularly interested; she came to Daera to retrieve the Chrono Amulet, and that's what she intended to do.


The second poster her eyes had wandered to was about the Colosseum, saying that the size limit for teams had been halfed from four to two due to "unforeseen circumstances". Regardless, joining the tournament was what she was planning to do.


Interest got the best of her when her eyes drifted down to the third poster, proclaiming a hefty 500 coins for the head of some infamous criminal, apparent by his name, Clyde the Cannibal. 500 coins would come in handy. Shaking her head, she quickly threw the option of even taking the offer from her head.


Hearing the others come to their conclusions, she nodded, glad Xerith had decided to chase after Clyde. Three others, Nakir, Cerin, and Key had all announced they were entering the tournament. "I'll be joining the tournament," she'd concluded, glancing around at the group before adding, "I'm fine with whoever I get paired up with."


[Agh, this was rushed.]
 
"I'm entering the colosseum, so all I need is a partner. I don't care who it is, as long as they can handle themselves. I don't want anyone holding me back." Despite his patronizing words earlier, this guy didn't exactly seem weak, and he had so much hatred in himself. Say what you will about hatred, but it was definitely powerful fuel for a fighter. Thing is, hatred didn't exactly make you fit for teamwork. It might become an issue for the person he was in there with. "I'll go with you, then. I'm sure I won't get in your way." Key spoke up.


He looked at Cerin. She probably would've been great support. Divine magic is an interesting thing, and one of the few types of magic he himself hadn't mastered. Oh well, she'd have to head with whoever spoke up next. Seeing her fight would be interesting though. He looked around. Daera had all types of biomes on the island, and Calleus was in the desert part. There was sand everywhere, and it was cold, but as soon as the sun rose it would be unbearably hot. Well, not for him, but maybe for some of the others.


"I'll be joining the tournament. I'm fine with whoever I get paired up with." He had lost himself in thought for a moment, so he flinched when someone spoke so close to him. "Well then, It's settled. Cerin and Eris, Myself and Nakir will be joining the tournament."
 
Truth be told, Cerin was nervous. She'd never actually fought someone... she'd sparred on many occasions, but temple-life had no need for real combat. She'd decided not to mention this fact to anyone, to avoid causing any panic. Key's plan sounded solid. She caught herself feeling happy that he was going. He would definitely be an asset to winning the tournament. "I-I'll fight. I don't care who with. Whoever would be willing to have me. I'm quite skilled in Divine magic, and not too terrible with a sword, either.." Her determination was clear, in her eyes. Though she was inexperienced, by temple standards, she was one of the most skilled, with her magic. If nothing else, she could heal, and her arena partner, which, given the two-on-two format of the fighting, would likely prove invaluable. She could also use her magic to inflict harm, as well, though secretly, she wasn't very fond of the idea.


Watching Key claim Nakir as a partner, she nodded. "Then, that leaves Eris and I." Offering a smile, she turned, and greeted the girl. Quite frankly, she hadn't any idea what the girl's fighting style was, and this did worry her a bit. She was paired with one of the Children. No matter her own weaknesses, and insecurities, this is what she'd been raised to do. She was determined to protect her, and hoped it would aid her in the fights to come.
 
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